You slipped from my grasp
(Though I never held you to begin with)
And I fear
(With some concern)
That with that missed chance
(They seem to be piling up, don't they?)
Goes a little bit of my heart
(You tore it off with your smile and nails)
If I was polite
(Which I would be, if my momma taught me)
I'd smile and thank you for your time
(Like Good Little Girls should)
But since I'm not
(And thank heaven for that)
*******

You ****** me up and you don't even know it

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